Sexual Harassment, Geriatric Style

Let's all think back for a moment. To the stories I've told you about my dear boss. Like this one. And this one. We can't forget that one.

I'm not sure if I've mentioned the sexual harassment issue, but, well, there is one.

This morning I guess my neck was itching. Which it has every right to do. So I scratched it. Which I have every right to do. And I guess there was a big red mark on my neck from the scratching.

Boss thought it was completely appropriate to stroke the red mark on my neck when I leaned over to put something on his desk.

It wasn't.

I jumped about ten feet in the air, as I always do. This doesn't deter him at all, by the way. The other day, he reached out to grab my arm and I twisted it out of his hand. Didn't even slow him down.

Actually, Climber and The Mole came up with possibly the best suggestion I've ever heard. Just make a weird noise. Every time he touches me. Something bizarre and obnoxious.

It might actually work. Of course, I would feel a little ridiculous. But it's better than being fondled all day.

Also, it sparked an MS Paint, by request from Grief (a previously unmentioned person in my life, who now will get his OWN BLOG POST. Should he ever do anything interesting enough to warrant one). Drawn by Cam at the office:



I think I'm starting to fall in love with Cam's MS Paint renditions of me. I'm pretty adorable.

Since he was MS Painting, I wanted to MS Paint. My inspiration came from elsewhere.